"Aimin' to tackle it this fall?" asked Johnny, carelessly.
"Mebby; mebby not. McCullough will save us from goin' up th' trail this year, so we might run a special combin' up out there."
"I'm runnin' one right here!" exclaimed Dailey, banging his fist on the table. "I'll run a brand on you fellers that'll smart so you can't sleep. Come on, let's get a-goin'. Hot iron! Hot iron! Ropers up!"
"I'll just take a bite out of you," said Fraser. "Anybody else hungry?"
"I just ain't never had enough to eat," chuckled Fanning, dragging up a chair, "not since I was a growin' kid—an' I ain't nowise shore that I had enough then."
"Which I says is frank, comin' from th' keeper of a hotel," laughed Gurley. "I've often felt th' same way when I ate in town. Turn it loose. I'm on."
"Let me see," pondered Dailey, "we deals five cards, don't we?"
"We do; but only one at a time," replied Fanning patiently. "Don't turn no trump."
"It's sorta comin' back to me," smiled Dailey, spreading out the cards to be cut to see who dealt "It's sorta comin' back," he repeated.
"Then I'm sayin' it's due to be laig weary, for it's goin' to have a long journey," remarked Dave. He looked up. "Cuss it! Here's th' Doc! Hello, stranger! Shore, this is Gunsight. Hey, Dailey! he's got a whole satchel full; ring him into th' game."